Qeya River mockingbird

blackfell is silent. still as stone.

for a moment, it is as if though he considers it. like what veksar had said digs deep like a briar. but then his teeth bare—not at his brother, but at the thought itself. at the seed that has been planted.

in a moment’s notice he has stepped away. he paces, restless. tail lashing against the cold air before he rounds back, fire burning in his crimson stare. holding veksar captive like a steel trap.

don’t be a fool, veksar. we cannot take morwenna from her husband. she is pregnant. spoken in their shared tongue so that no one may overhear.

a decision made, a decision firm. yet something in his voice falters, as if he does not fully believe it. as if some part of him recoils at what he says.

she has lost too much already. she has chosen this for herself. take her choice away and we are no better.